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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'N Carolina',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<img src="/img/CC_BY-SA_4.0/y.st./weblog/2018/09/17.jpg" alt="The remains of a railroad-crossing warning on the street" class="framed-centred-image" width="649" height="480"/>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I don&apos;t remember much of my dream, but there were dogs that kept attacking me.
		They wouldn&apos;t leave me alone, and their owner wasn&apos;t doing anything about them.
		When they&apos;d bite though, it was more of a grab than a chomp.
		I could feel their mouths wrapped around my arm, but there was no pain.
	</p>
	<p>
		At some point, I end up in an unfamiliar part of my house; I guess I live in a house instead of an apartment in the dream.
		I need to get back to my bedroom, but I&apos;ve somehow come to realise that I&apos;m dreaming.
		I try to retrace my steps, but knowing this is a dream, I figure the layout of the house is probably shifting, and it&apos;s likely I can&apos;t actually get back.
		I end up meeting with a bodiless deity who wants to &quot;help&quot; me by killing me.
		It tells me my name is N Carolina in this world, and that when I die, I am reborn with a new name.
		I liked the name Carolina, though I&apos;ve never been fond of using initials.
		I find it disrespectful.
		I found myself in tears, and begged the thing not to kill me.
		After a bit, I forgot my name, and asked it what my name was.
		It told me I was DB Cronos.
		I knew that wasn&apos;t right though.
		I wasn&apos;t some Greek titan with letters added before my name.
		I&apos;d somehow lost my previous name and it&apos;d been wiped from my mind and from existence.
		When I&apos;d first been told the name, I was sure it held significance though, so I tried my hardest to recall it.
		Eventually, I remembered, though I realised that if &quot;N&quot; stood for &quot;North&quot;, that made me named after a state.
		Another voice piped up and said &quot;N Carolina&quot; might be the name of a hospital.
		Perhaps it&apos;d been my name as a way to tell me I needed to be taken there.
		Thinking I was dying in the waking world and that the deity was trying to kill my dream self to save my waking self by getting me to the hospital, I forced myself to wake up.
	</p>
	<p>
		I didn&apos;t wake up in my back-to-normal house though, but here in my real apartment.
		There&apos;s no obvious threats to my health, and any hospital called &quot;North Carolina General&quot; or anything like that would be states away from here.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			I appreciate your realistic prioritisation.
			It&apos;s like they tell you in the even of aeroplane engine failure: secure your own air mask, <strong>*then*</strong> secure the masks of your children.
			If you don&apos;t take care of yourself, you&apos;ll be in no position to care for anyone else.
		</p>
		<p>
			I&apos;m glad you were able to break away from the head-of-the-family system.
			My family too had a head of household, and she was incredibly toxic.
			Everything had to be her way, even when her way was bad for the rest of the family.
			It wasn&apos;t a healthy situation for anyone, especially on a mental and emotional level.
			Not all heads of families are like that, but when you have one person in charge, there&apos;s no balance.
			There&apos;s no correction for problems.
			When people are treated more equally, a better and healthier stability can be achieved.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
END
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